old and wrinkled sitting by the door,
her bag full, all it can store,
knitting needles and balls of yarn,
shining silk scarfs and much more,
quite and brisk, i walk by,
denying her existence, not even a smile,
day after day, and everyday,
still can't tell you her name...
'cause you see,
life's a game,
and I'm in it for fortune and fame
spring comes and goes,
sweltering heat and then it pours,
christmas carols and midnight masses,
beautiful landscapes when it snows,
year after year,
but i'm not one who knows,
why you ask?
i'll give it to you simple and plain...
'cause you see,
life's a game,
and i'm in it for fortune and fame
moments and years after,
times gone by, slower, and then faster,
i'm now older at this game,
a veteran, a master,
have forgotten the pain of sorrow
and pleasures of laughter,
its such a shame,
'cause you see
life's a game,
and i was in it for fortune and fame
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